[ mm. yeah, this... does not feel great. what the hell? datz is trying to wrack his brain for some kind of memory of whatever led up to this, but he's not having any luck with it, and somehow the fact that he still remembers who he is this time isn't much of a comfort.
he also struggles against the restraints as soon as he feels them — do they feel like metal? rope? also uncomfortably moist? — while squinting into the darkness around him and hoping his eyes adjust to it fast so he can get some of idea of what kind of place this is.
he stops when he hears what sounds like someone else having a pretty similar reaction, and turns his head in what sounds like the right direction. ]
Hey—
[ not bothering with trying to be quiet 'cause they already caught him, not like he can hide. ]
[Unfortunately, even as their eyes slowly adjust, it is still far too dark to see why their clothes feel different. That doesn't mean they can't begin to get the picture based on what their other senses perceive. Their legs feel a bit too bare from the knee down. Their arms are completely uncovered starting from a little below their shoulders. And, perhaps worst of all, their backs are completely bare and making direct contact with the moist wetness beneath them.
On the bright side, they will soon find out that they are not alone in the dark. Between Jolyne's panicked hissing, Rita's gasp and Datz holding onto all the chill in this group, they can at least recognize that they're in familiar company. Yay!
Jolyne will hear Datz's voice coming from her left, while Datz will hear Jolyne's voice coming from the right. Rita sounds like she's somewhere to the left of both of them, and conversely they are both to her right. If that makes sense.
Looking around, they can identify some faint hints of light in their surroundings. Right next to them, to their right and in the same direction as the beeping, they will notice a few tiny flickering lights. Green and red, flashing intermittently, but far too small to serve as a light source. To be clear, they will each see this directly to their right — because there are three sources for the beeping.
In front of Jolyne, and to Datz and Rita's left, they will spot the vague outline of a door, framed by a sliver of light coming presumably from the room on the other side of it. Still not enough to see shit, though.
Whatever they are tied down with has the strength of leather restraints and the texture of a particularly slimy cat's tongue. Blech.
Poor Rita with her nerd arms and a roll of 3 will find that pulling at her wrists and legs does diddly squat. Something squeaks beneath her, metallic, but nothing else happens. She's still tied up.
Datz, with a roll of 17, will have much better luck! The restraints on his dominant arm snap, freeing his hand and his now incredibly sore wrist. Hooray!
As for Jolyne? Well.
Jolyne hulks out.
All her restraints break and whatever she is laying on tips over as a result of her trashing, knocking her over to the ground. Whatever is attached to her chest and arm is subsequently ripped out, which is completely painless as far as her chest goes — but not so much in the case of her arm. Thing mysterious something snaps, with part of it remaining inside her elbow. Something warm and liquid dribbles down her arm.
[ yeah you fuckin bet that jolyne hulks the fuck out. it's likely a combination of getting the feeling someone changed her while she was asleep AGAIN and THE GROSS MOISTURE ON HER BACK? she flops onto the ground and tears through her restraints, panting through the pain as she looks down at her elbow now and tries to rip out whatever is in there, regardless, she calls out softer this time: ]
Datz -?
[ scrambling up to where she probably heard a gasp from Someone (read: rita) so she can try and untie her in the dim/dark room?! ]
Hang on, I'll try and get you out... one sec... stupid... fucked up... fucker that did this... I'm gonna fucking rip their head off...
there's a cry of desperation as rita's struggling grows more frantic. she thrashes about, kicking her legs and tugging her arms. ]
Get me out of here!
[ her eyes dart around the room, trying to make out her surroundings. datz's voice. and jolyne? what are these machines? what's attached to her?
she stops thrashing when jolyne comes to help, but her eyes are wide as she tries to make sense of the sickening textures, the beeping, the unclear shapes in the dark. ]
[ followed by a snap and a Yeowch—!, but at least his left hand's free now. ]
Rita? [ he'll be nice and not nickname her for the moment. ] That you?
[ meanwhile jolyne's just being a fucking beast over there, what a badass. ]
Lemme just...
[ tries fiddling around with the rest of these things to get out of here now that he's got a working hand... come on, nasty cat tongue restraints, get off ]
[Whatever is lodged in Jolyne's arm is thin, metallic and sharp. The tip pokes her fingers when she tries to pull it out, and she unfortunately only succeeds in pushing it further into her arm. It's hard to tell what she's doing in the dark.
She can also certainly try to get to Rita, but — again. It's very dark in here and Rita is currently the furthest from Jolyne's starting position. Trying to follow the sound of Rita's voice, Jolyne runs smackdab into something on the way to her. It could be a curtain, maybe, with the way she gets tangled up in it. But it feels too slippery and wet for that. A stench not unlike rot clings to her face as she literally walks into the thing.
Sorry, Rita. Maybe someone should look for a light switch or something.
With one hand freed, Datz can start working on his other three restraints. There's some kind of buckle on them, which he can easily undo just in time for the next tag round.]
ohhh no she hates this :( like actually, and swears, and it's so dark she definitely fucking just gets tangled and it's gross - it's awful - it's wet and disgusting and she trembles a little bit for a second as the fear hits her that this is... she doesn't know what this is, it's so damn dark. she tries to take a breath but it's just. fetid. ]
Mmph!
[ trying to find purchase to become unvored by the curtain. ]
[ okay, looks like jolyne is not getting over here that easily. welp.
brute force and panicked thrashing did not work, so she'll try squeezing her hands, tucking the thumb to make them smaller, and try to pull them through the bonds. if she can get just one hand free... ]
I got no clue. Wonder if it's just us, or... ah, there we go.
[ unbuckles aaand he's free! of those. i guess he's still attached to the beeping thing. ]
JC? You okay over there? [ 'cause the description of whatever you ran into seems like it probably sounded pretty gross...... ] There's gotta be a light in here somewhere, right?
[ gonna try to yank these things off too, which i guess based on jolyne's experience with her arm needle or whatever might not be the best idea but he can't see that, so!! ]
[Jolyne is still trapped in the curtains(?). All she can smell are rotting fish guts for forever.
With a roll of 11, Rita doesn't manage to get free — yet. There is a little bit of give, but she will have to keep working at it to fully squeeze her hands out. The process is also painful, with the material rubbing into her skin and threatening to cut into it the longer she goes at it.
Since Datz isn't violently ripping the things off while trashing around in bed, he will have better luck than Jolyne. The one on his chest is connected to a set of wires but easily removed, though it leaves a bit of tacky residue on his skin. The beeping next to him stops — and promptly transforms into a single, constant sound. A flatline. The same would have occurred when Jolyne ripped hers off, I just forgot to mention it.
The one on his arm is a bit trickier. It's held in place by some kind of tape and a thick, fuzzy wad of material between the tape and the thing poking into his arm. Once he removes that, he will be able to remove what is now clearly a needle hooked up to some sort of tube.]
[ Rita grits her teeth as keeps working at trying to pull her hand through the strap, focusing on just the left, and powering through any pain this causes her. ]
[ well okay goodbye mysterious iv wasn't so great knowing you ]
Stuck in... what???
[ he's... going to be a little more careful than he might have otherwise been after hearing that, and like — hold out a hand so he can try to identify any weird nasty wet obstacles before he runs right into them?? ]
Yeah, I'm gonna see if I can find anything.
[ he can still see the outline of that door, right? probably the most logical place to put a light switch, so he's going to attempt to head over that way to feel around on the wall... ]
[With a roll of 11, sweet Jolyne continues her struggle against the curtain — now with the added complication that she has managed to pull down the railing it's attached to in her struggles. It's as heavy as a metal pipe falling on her head, but something is... wrong. With the texture of it.
As a reward for her perseverance, Rita manages to slip her hand through the strap! The pain is awful, her skin rubbed raw, and she is definitely bleeding a little. But it's alright, because one of her hands is now free for her to do whatever she'd like.
Meanwhile, with both the foresight to hold a hand out in front of him to avoid meeting Jolyne's fate, and with a roll of 17, Datz is able to locate the light switch! Or, at least, what he believes to be the light switch. The general shape of it is right. However, there is something decidedly wrong with the texture of it. In fact, there is something wrong with the entire feel of the wall. It leaves behind a greasy sensation on the palm of his hands.
[ well. she's here. under fish rot curtains and a weird, heavy-ass pipe? it feels so weird, and she only knows because the minute it smacks her in the head, she reaches to try and shove it aside. it's an attempt to surface from the curtains at last, trying to get FRESH AIR PLEASE... ]
Ugh, get off -
[ gazes at eric who has the light switch powers..... ]
it hurts like hell, but that's fine. she's got one hand free. rita flexes that hand a little, rotating the wrist, then reaches over to deal with the other arm. she'll try to pull the needle out, yank away the thing connected to her chest, and then try to undo the strap on her right wrist. ]
well, he's starting to get a mental image of what some of this might look like when he turns the light on and it's Not Great, but also they're clearly going to have a hell of a time getting out of here if they can't see where they're going, so. ]
Uhh... heads up, guys, I think I found the switch and I'm gonna turn the light on, but I'm thinkin' it might be pretty ugly.
[Datz flips the switch. It takes a few seconds for their eyes to adjust, having gone from pitch black darkness to the steady illumination of fluorescent lights, but—
It might have been better if they had stayed in the dark.
It's a terrible sight. Bone. Blood. Muscle. Lipids. Viscera. The room, which you can identify as a hospital room by the shape of it and little else, is covered from top to bottom in it. Or, rather, it may be more accurate to say that the entire room and everything within it is constructed from it. The IV drips next to their beds are filled with some sickly yellow liquid which, up until a few minutes ago, was being steadily fed into their veins. The screen on the EKGs is barely visible through the entrails wrapped around the entire console. The mattresses on their beds can barely be called that, seeing as how they are more akin to slabs of rotting meat than anything else.
Jolyne will realize the curtain(?) she's struggling with seems to be made from some sort of fleshy, fish-like material, still wet with slimy blood on its underside. On the bright side, it should be easier to free herself from it now that she can see what she's dealing with.
Rita's EKG flatlines after she removes the wires attached to her chest. She can unstrap herself from the bed easily.
They are all wearing hospital gowns and nothing else.
It is cold in this room and, despite the grisly sight, they are still so very hungry and thirsty.]
none because she's scrambling out from under the curtain as fast as possible now that she can see her way. which she almost wishes she hadn't. this is... it's a lot. all at once. her stomach isn't weak by any means, but at the same time, being dumped right into the middle of this. it really wears on a person.
she swallows a little. ]
What the hell is this place...
[ she's just like. folding her not bleeding arm over her hospital gown because this is weird and she hates this, especially the sacks of yellow fluid. thanks. and then she's just... looking around like are there....h....andle-looking things? like. a door... in the gore? ]
[ rita's voice wavers. it takes several seconds before she remembers what she was doing, and at last she unstraps her ankles. finally, she scrambles off of the bed, but as she stands on her feet, she wobbles a bit. the blood drains from her face, and it looks like she might faint or throw up. she stays where she is, gripping the frame of the bed to steady herself, her eyes tightly closed. ]
[ well. wow, okay, this is like, a ten times worse version of what he was picturing. ]
...Oh, man.
[ he's got a stomach of steel, but this is still enough to make him pretty queasy. he instinctively starts to cover his mouth but then looks again at the wall he was just touching and changes his mind, and just. takes a deep breath instead.
okay. this is fucked up as all hell, but... just gotta get them out of there.
hearing that waver in rita's voice makes him wince, and he hurries back over to her, putting the hand that didn't just touch the oily flesh wall on her arm to help her stay standing. ]
Rita, Rita.
We're going to. Here, you wanna grab my arm or something?
[ so she can keep her eyes closed if she needs to. ]
[Everything is made out of gore, yes. But they can still recognize the general shape of things amongst the carnage.
Jolyne will spot the door they all saw earlier, right next to the lightswitch that Datz flipped.
There is a second door in the room as well. It's to the right of the bed Jolyne woke up in, though they didn't notice it earlier since there's no light coming through it.
Both doors have doorknob shaped blobs of pus and viscera attached to them.]
[ pus and viscera knobs... great. just want i wanna read with my own eyes. her stomach churns a little as she looks at both doors. not great options. she's going to just move to group up with rita and datz, just in case. gotta cover her! ]
There are two... doors? I think they're doors. [ ugh. swallowing again. stop it. ] Think I saw light coming through that one... when it was dark.
[ if they aren't gonna stop her like she WILL open it. rita looks awful. she worries breifly, but then will just. touch the knob. can she. open...... please don't pop in her hand like a zit. ]
[ datz offers his arm, and while rita would normally tell him to buzz off, or at least put up some resistance... she doesn't. she just takes it.
as they start walking, she brings a hand to her neck and feels the bare spot where her blastia should be. just another thing about this situation that's wrong.
she wishes she could focus on some spot on the floor, something plain and inoffensive to the senses, but even that looks like it's been slathered in viscera. she'll manage to stay upright and walk along with datz, to join jolyne as she tries one of those doors. ]
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he also struggles against the restraints as soon as he feels them — do they feel like metal? rope? also uncomfortably moist? — while squinting into the darkness around him and hoping his eyes adjust to it fast so he can get some of idea of what kind of place this is.
he stops when he hears what sounds like someone else having a pretty similar reaction, and turns his head in what sounds like the right direction. ]
Hey—
[ not bothering with trying to be quiet 'cause they already caught him, not like he can hide. ]
You just wake up?
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On the bright side, they will soon find out that they are not alone in the dark. Between Jolyne's panicked hissing, Rita's gasp and Datz holding onto all the chill in this group, they can at least recognize that they're in familiar company. Yay!
Jolyne will hear Datz's voice coming from her left, while Datz will hear Jolyne's voice coming from the right. Rita sounds like she's somewhere to the left of both of them, and conversely they are both to her right. If that makes sense.
Looking around, they can identify some faint hints of light in their surroundings. Right next to them, to their right and in the same direction as the beeping, they will notice a few tiny flickering lights. Green and red, flashing intermittently, but far too small to serve as a light source. To be clear, they will each see this directly to their right — because there are three sources for the beeping.
In front of Jolyne, and to Datz and Rita's left, they will spot the vague outline of a door, framed by a sliver of light coming presumably from the room on the other side of it. Still not enough to see shit, though.
Whatever they are tied down with has the strength of leather restraints and the texture of a particularly slimy cat's tongue. Blech.
Poor Rita with her nerd arms and a roll of 3 will find that pulling at her wrists and legs does diddly squat. Something squeaks beneath her, metallic, but nothing else happens. She's still tied up.
Datz, with a roll of 17, will have much better luck! The restraints on his dominant arm snap, freeing his hand and his now incredibly sore wrist. Hooray!
As for Jolyne? Well.
Jolyne hulks out.
All her restraints break and whatever she is laying on tips over as a result of her trashing, knocking her over to the ground. Whatever is attached to her chest and arm is subsequently ripped out, which is completely painless as far as her chest goes — but not so much in the case of her arm. Thing mysterious something snaps, with part of it remaining inside her elbow. Something warm and liquid dribbles down her arm.
But at least she is free now.]
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Datz -?
[ scrambling up to where she probably heard a gasp from Someone (read: rita) so she can try and untie her in the dim/dark room?! ]
Hang on, I'll try and get you out... one sec... stupid... fucked up... fucker that did this... I'm gonna fucking rip their head off...
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there's a cry of desperation as rita's struggling grows more frantic. she thrashes about, kicking her legs and tugging her arms. ]
Get me out of here!
[ her eyes dart around the room, trying to make out her surroundings. datz's voice. and jolyne? what are these machines? what's attached to her?
she stops thrashing when jolyne comes to help, but her eyes are wide as she tries to make sense of the sickening textures, the beeping, the unclear shapes in the dark. ]
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[ followed by a snap and a Yeowch—!, but at least his left hand's free now. ]
Rita? [ he'll be nice and not nickname her for the moment. ] That you?
[ meanwhile jolyne's just being a fucking beast over there, what a badass. ]
Lemme just...
[ tries fiddling around with the rest of these things to get out of here now that he's got a working hand... come on, nasty cat tongue restraints, get off ]
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She can also certainly try to get to Rita, but — again. It's very dark in here and Rita is currently the furthest from Jolyne's starting position. Trying to follow the sound of Rita's voice, Jolyne runs smackdab into something on the way to her. It could be a curtain, maybe, with the way she gets tangled up in it. But it feels too slippery and wet for that. A stench not unlike rot clings to her face as she literally walks into the thing.
Sorry, Rita. Maybe someone should look for a light switch or something.
With one hand freed, Datz can start working on his other three restraints. There's some kind of buckle on them, which he can easily undo just in time for the next tag round.]
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ohhh no she hates this :( like actually, and swears, and it's so dark she definitely fucking just gets tangled and it's gross - it's awful - it's wet and disgusting and she trembles a little bit for a second as the fear hits her that this is... she doesn't know what this is, it's so damn dark. she tries to take a breath but it's just. fetid. ]
Mmph!
[ trying to find purchase to become unvored by the curtain. ]
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[ okay, looks like jolyne is not getting over here that easily. welp.
brute force and panicked thrashing did not work, so she'll try squeezing her hands, tucking the thumb to make them smaller, and try to pull them through the bonds. if she can get just one hand free... ]
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[ unbuckles aaand he's free! of those. i guess he's still attached to the beeping thing. ]
JC? You okay over there? [ 'cause the description of whatever you ran into seems like it probably sounded pretty gross...... ] There's gotta be a light in here somewhere, right?
[ gonna try to yank these things off too, which i guess based on jolyne's experience with her arm needle or whatever might not be the best idea but he can't see that, so!! ]
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With a roll of 11, Rita doesn't manage to get free — yet. There is a little bit of give, but she will have to keep working at it to fully squeeze her hands out. The process is also painful, with the material rubbing into her skin and threatening to cut into it the longer she goes at it.
Since Datz isn't violently ripping the things off while trashing around in bed, he will have better luck than Jolyne. The one on his chest is connected to a set of wires but easily removed, though it leaves a bit of tacky residue on his skin. The beeping next to him stops — and promptly transforms into a single, constant sound. A flatline. The same would have occurred when Jolyne ripped hers off, I just forgot to mention it.
The one on his arm is a bit trickier. It's held in place by some kind of tape and a thick, fuzzy wad of material between the tape and the thing poking into his arm. Once he removes that, he will be able to remove what is now clearly a needle hooked up to some sort of tube.]
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I'm stuck in this thing and my arm hurts!!!
[ wet slapping (?) curtain noises ]
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[ Rita grits her teeth as keeps working at trying to pull her hand through the strap, focusing on just the left, and powering through any pain this causes her. ]
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Stuck in... what???
[ he's... going to be a little more careful than he might have otherwise been after hearing that, and like — hold out a hand so he can try to identify any weird nasty wet obstacles before he runs right into them?? ]
Yeah, I'm gonna see if I can find anything.
[ he can still see the outline of that door, right? probably the most logical place to put a light switch, so he's going to attempt to head over that way to feel around on the wall... ]
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As a reward for her perseverance, Rita manages to slip her hand through the strap! The pain is awful, her skin rubbed raw, and she is definitely bleeding a little. But it's alright, because one of her hands is now free for her to do whatever she'd like.
Meanwhile, with both the foresight to hold a hand out in front of him to avoid meeting Jolyne's fate, and with a roll of 17, Datz is able to locate the light switch! Or, at least, what he believes to be the light switch. The general shape of it is right. However, there is something decidedly wrong with the texture of it. In fact, there is something wrong with the entire feel of the wall. It leaves behind a greasy sensation on the palm of his hands.
Will he flip the switch, anyway?]
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Ugh, get off -
[ gazes at eric who has the light switch powers..... ]
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it hurts like hell, but that's fine. she's got one hand free. rita flexes that hand a little, rotating the wrist, then reaches over to deal with the other arm. she'll try to pull the needle out, yank away the thing connected to her chest, and then try to undo the strap on her right wrist. ]
Almost got it...
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well, he's starting to get a mental image of what some of this might look like when he turns the light on and it's Not Great, but also they're clearly going to have a hell of a time getting out of here if they can't see where they're going, so. ]
Uhh... heads up, guys, I think I found the switch and I'm gonna turn the light on, but I'm thinkin' it might be pretty ugly.
[ flips... the switch.............. ]
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It might have been better if they had stayed in the dark.
It's a terrible sight. Bone. Blood. Muscle. Lipids. Viscera. The room, which you can identify as a hospital room by the shape of it and little else, is covered from top to bottom in it. Or, rather, it may be more accurate to say that the entire room and everything within it is constructed from it. The IV drips next to their beds are filled with some sickly yellow liquid which, up until a few minutes ago, was being steadily fed into their veins. The screen on the EKGs is barely visible through the entrails wrapped around the entire console. The mattresses on their beds can barely be called that, seeing as how they are more akin to slabs of rotting meat than anything else.
Jolyne will realize the curtain(?) she's struggling with seems to be made from some sort of fleshy, fish-like material, still wet with slimy blood on its underside. On the bright side, it should be easier to free herself from it now that she can see what she's dealing with.
Rita's EKG flatlines after she removes the wires attached to her chest. She can unstrap herself from the bed easily.
They are all wearing hospital gowns and nothing else.
It is cold in this room and, despite the grisly sight, they are still so very hungry and thirsty.]
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none because she's scrambling out from under the curtain as fast as possible now that she can see her way. which she almost wishes she hadn't. this is... it's a lot. all at once. her stomach isn't weak by any means, but at the same time, being dumped right into the middle of this. it really wears on a person.
she swallows a little. ]
What the hell is this place...
[ she's just like. folding her not bleeding arm over her hospital gown because this is weird and she hates this, especially the sacks of yellow fluid. thanks. and then she's just... looking around like are there....h....andle-looking things? like. a door... in the gore? ]
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No... what...
[ rita's voice wavers. it takes several seconds before she remembers what she was doing, and at last she unstraps her ankles. finally, she scrambles off of the bed, but as she stands on her feet, she wobbles a bit. the blood drains from her face, and it looks like she might faint or throw up. she stays where she is, gripping the frame of the bed to steady herself, her eyes tightly closed. ]
We have to... get out of here. Right now...
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...Oh, man.
[ he's got a stomach of steel, but this is still enough to make him pretty queasy. he instinctively starts to cover his mouth but then looks again at the wall he was just touching and changes his mind, and just. takes a deep breath instead.
okay. this is fucked up as all hell, but... just gotta get them out of there.
hearing that waver in rita's voice makes him wince, and he hurries back over to her, putting the hand that didn't just touch the oily flesh wall on her arm to help her stay standing. ]
Rita, Rita.
We're going to. Here, you wanna grab my arm or something?
[ so she can keep her eyes closed if she needs to. ]
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Jolyne will spot the door they all saw earlier, right next to the lightswitch that Datz flipped.
There is a second door in the room as well. It's to the right of the bed Jolyne woke up in, though they didn't notice it earlier since there's no light coming through it.
Both doors have doorknob shaped blobs of pus and viscera attached to them.]
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There are two... doors? I think they're doors. [ ugh. swallowing again. stop it. ] Think I saw light coming through that one... when it was dark.
[ if they aren't gonna stop her like she WILL open it. rita looks awful. she worries breifly, but then will just. touch the knob. can she. open...... please don't pop in her hand like a zit. ]
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as they start walking, she brings a hand to her neck and feels the bare spot where her blastia should be. just another thing about this situation that's wrong.
she wishes she could focus on some spot on the floor, something plain and inoffensive to the senses, but even that looks like it's been slathered in viscera. she'll manage to stay upright and walk along with datz, to join jolyne as she tries one of those doors. ]
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Okay. Uh. One with the light's probably the best bet, yeah, so...
[ flesh doesn't glow, probably.
he'll stand back with rita for the moment, but be at the ready in case he needs to help push the door open or deal with something on the other side. ]
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